Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Coworker (MFm, oral, cons, inc)
Date: 23 Sep 1995 03:03:32 GMT

			     My Coworker

	My name is Adam Nemes. I am a 38 year old Electrical Design
Manager at Cold Wave, Inc., a maker of air conditioner components.
Primarily, this is the story of my very good friend, Sherry, but it is
also a story of some, if not all, of the female coworkers that I have
had the pleasure of knowing. The very first time I saw Sherry was on
my second trip to our corporate headquarters, to officially accept the
promotion, and transfer, that my company was offering me.

	Sherry bounced across the corridor that separates the
elevators from the offices, seemingly without a care in the world. She
was 41 years old, about 5'2", and just slightly on the chunky side.
She has always dressed immaculately. Hair in place, clothes that match
perfectly, and perfect make-up. When she wears slacks, or tight jeans
and a sweater top, her extra pounds are barely noticeable. Sherry is
one of the kind of women, that as soon as you see her, you wonder if
"she's good in bed as she thinks she is?".

	As it turned out, Sherry had been assigned to the project that
I was to be heading up, in a support-type role. She did not work for
me, but we would work closely together on the Corporate Resolution
Accounting Project. We had addressed each other in various meetings
and had said hello to one another in the hall as we passed, but never
any one-on-one conversations, until that one fateful day in March. I
was sitting at one of the terminals in the Project Room and Sherry was
talking on the phone at a nearby desk.

	"I've got an awful headache," she said to no one in
particular, after hanging up the phone.

	"I believe that I have some Anacin, or their generic
equivalent," I replied.

	"Would you mind if I borrowed two of them?" she spoke as she
closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

	"You can't borrow them," I said.

	"Whaaaat... " she reacted, opening her eyes.

	"You can HAVE two of them," I continued, pulling the aspirin
tin out of my pocket.

	She took the pain killers in her hand and went down the hall
to the water fountain. I watched her walk out, shaking her fine ass as
if she knew that I'd be watching. Upon her return, she put her hands
on my shoulder, as if to thank me.

	"Thanks for the aspirins," she said. "If you ever need any,
just let me know."

	"If I ever need any WHAT?" I asked, looking at her and raising
my eyebrows.

	"You know what I mean," she said, laughing.

	Ever since that day, we have always found time to talk to each
other. It started off as small talk. The weather. The company. The
project. From there it progressed to conversations about our families.
I learned that she had been married three times, twice to Craig, her
present husband. She had one child, a boy named Gerry. I told her that
I was married to a lady named Nikki and that I had no children.

	During one of our little talks later that month, I found out
that she was having some trouble at home. I asked her if she wanted to
talk about it, but she told me that she didn't. I let well enough
alone and went back to my work. Later that day, as we were talking,
she told me some very personal items about her home life.

	"Craig thinks I'm fat," she lamented.

	"Well, you're not," I retorted.

	"He talks about my `fat ass', he never lifts a hand around the
house, and then falls asleep on the couch after supper and just sleeps
there until the next morning."

	"Sherry," I continued, "you're NOT FAT. Not at all. I think
that you are very attractive. If Craig doesn't sleep with you, then
he's fucking nuts. You happen to be a desirable woman."

	All of this had slipped out of my mouth without me really
thinking about it. Sherry looked at me, tears in her eyes, and gently
hugged my neck, standing on her toes to do so.

	"You're a dear, Adam," she said.

	With that, she walked out of the room and back to her office.

	Sherry and I continued making the small talk for the rest of
the week, but on the following Monday, things began to change. We were
each in our offices, conversing with each other via the computer's
`mail system'. The mail system splits each user's screen into two
separate windows and the text is typed in and then echoed on both
terminals.

	Sherry: Thank you for your words of understanding last week.

	Adam: I was just trying to help. That's what friends are for.

	Sherry: You certainly made my day when you told me that I was
	desirable. Thank you.

	Adam: There is no `WAS' to it. You ARE desirable. I think that
	you are a fine looking woman.

	Sherry: Thank you VERY MUCH. Craig couldn't say that to me if
	his life depended on it.

	Adam: I don't think that Craig really knows what he has got.

	Sherry: Does Nikki know what she's got?

	Adam: No. Not really.

	Sherry: Well, I thing she has a hunk on her hands.

	Adam: You better stop. You're making me very horny.

	Sherry: I'm TRYING to!!!!!!!.

	That was really all that it took. After some not so innocent
playing around in my office one afternoon, we later agreed to meet in
a store parking lot the following Wednesday night, before I was
supposed to go bowling. I told Nikki that I was leaving early so that
I could do some shopping.

	When I arrived, Sherry got out of her car, came to my truck,
got in, and sat next to me. She had on jeans and a loose fitting white
blouse. She was carrying her purse. I nervously put my arm around her
while she laid her head on my right shoulder. After a few minutes of
small talk, I decided to make a move.

	I brought my right arm down to just under her arm pit and
gently felt of her breast. She was not wearing a bra and her tit was
huge. As soon as I did this, she turned and kissed me full on the
lips. I slowly opened her blouse to find an enormous set of perfectly
matched, but saggy tits.

	"Those are sucking tits," I said.

	"Think so?" came her reply.

	"Definitely!" I stated as I started sucking them.

	I sucked and played with her tits for about 15 minutes before
we realized that we might have an audience, seeing how we were sitting
in a store parking lot. I raised up and we kissed again. I then
started my truck and moved it to the rear loading dock, which seemed
to be deserted.

	Sherry, unfortunately, still hadn't made any kind of a move to
touch my cock. So, I decided to help her along.

	"I brought a picture to show you," I told her.

	"Oh! Where is it?" she asked.

	I had brought a picture that was taken of me standing out in
my back yard in the city where I used to live. I only had on my briefs
and my dick was hanging out. I wasn't totally hard, but hanging down,
it looked huge.

	"I'm impressed! Very impressed," Sherry said.

	"I had hoped that you would be," I replied.

	Sherry then made the move that I had been hoping for. She
unzipped my pants and tried to pull my cock out, but it was bent down
and wouldn't budge. I straightened out in the seat and she was able to
get her hand under it and lift it out.

	"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" she yelled.

	"It is all right? I asked.

	"It's all right, that's for sure," she panted.

	Then she bent down and started sucking my dick to beat the
band. She was the consummate professional and I could immediately
sense that she had practiced this before. I clumsily reached down to
undo her pants so that I could play with her pussy. This was difficult
in the position that we were in and further complicated by the type of
pants that she had on. After 15 minutes of her deft tongue, I pulled
her up, kissed her, and told her that she had better watch out because
I was getting ready to come.

	"I can take you all of the way, if you'd like," she said.

	"Are you sure?" I questioned.

	"I'm sure," she replied as she leaned back down and started
sucking again.

	I lasted maybe ten more minutes before I shot my wad deep
inside of Sherry's throat. She drank every drop and sucked my dick
squeaky clean. I looked at my watch and told her that I had better be
leaving soon or I would be late for my bowling. She looked sad, but
said okay.

	The next day we talked like nothing had ever happened. On
Friday, I didn't even see Sherry until after 5:30 P. M. when she
walked into my office on the now deserted 9th floor.

	"What `ya doing?" she asked, as she sat down in one of my
conference chairs.

	"I just finished some paperwork related to the project," I
said after putting it in my drawer and standing up. "How about you?"

	"I just came to see you," she said.

	I walked over to where she was sitting and gave her a deep,
wet kiss. She stood up, wrapped her arms around me, and returned the
favor. I started grinding my dick into the front of her body as we
embraced.

	"I want you," I told her.

	"I NEED you," she responded.

	"How long do you have?" I asked her.

	"Craig's down in the car waiting for me right now."

	"Oh! I'm sorry. I'll walk you out to the elevators," I told
her.

	"Let the son of a bitch wait," Sherry said.

	Sherry then reached down, unzipped my dress slacks, and pulled
my ever hardening dick out. She then started sucking me off. I came in
her mouth five minutes later from the absolute pleasure of having a
magnificent blow job in my own office. Sherry continued sucking me
until I was limp. She then told me to have a good weekend and walked
out.

	The next week, it seemed that something was bothering Sherry
but she didn't seem to want to talk about it. It was Friday afternoon,
when I had her alone in an unoccupied portion of the basement, that
she finally opened up. I was pawing her all over at the time.

	"I think that you are just using me," she blurted out.

	"What do you mean? I asked.

	"I'm giving enjoyment but not receiving the satisfaction."

	"I see," I said, letting her go. "We may just have to do
something about that."

	We made with more small talk and then she left, again telling
me to enjoy my weekend.

	On Monday of the following week, I asked Sherry if she could
meet me at the bowling alley an hour or so before I was supposed to
start. She agreed and I asked her so wear something more accessible
than she had the last time.

	Sherry and I arrived at the same time. I got into her car and
we drove down to a little park about a mile away. She was wearing very
loose fitting pants and a wrap-around blouse. I easily opened the
blouse and we fondled each other in the front seat of her car. She
gave me a blow job until I lifted her head up and kissed her. I asked
her if we could get in the back seat, which was large, and she said
that we could.

	Once in the back seat, Sherry remove her pants to reveal a
hairy snatch that looked delicious. She pulled me straight to her and
since I was packing a loaded, uncovered dick, it slipped right in her
twat. She was loose, wet, and hot. I shot my wad into her cunt twenty
minutes later. She seemed received, but not totally satisfied. We
hurriedly dressed and she took me back to the bowling alley.

	In early April, LuAnna Gonzalaze, an acquaintance of mine and
a very good friend of Sherry, was getting married again. Sherry took
over all of the decorations and the arrangements single-handedly. She
ordered the food, the refreshments, and the floral arrangements. As
the Saturday wedding approached, I could see that Sherry was almost
worn to a frazzle, so I volunteered to help, if I could.

	Sherry told me that the thing that she needed most was for me
to help her pick up all of the plants and then assist her in
delivering them to the church reception area. I readily agreed and
arrived at her house Saturday morning at about 8:10, some twenty
minutes early. I rang the bell and waited. I then rang it again and
this time Sherry answered the door wearing an orange sweat suit. Her
normally coiffured hair was soaking wet, as she had evidently just
gotten out of the shower. This was the first time that I had seen
Sherry without any makeup and she still looked great.

	She invited me in as I apologized for being early and asked if
I would be bothering either Craig or her 14 year-old son, Gerry, by
being here this early. She told me that Craig was gone and that Gerry
was still sleeping and would probably sleep at least until noon. With
that, I put my arms around her and planted a passionate kiss on her
uncovered lips. She returned my favor by placing her long tongue down
my throat and grabbing my crotch area. She then asked me if I would
like some coffee, a suggestion that I eagerly accepted.

	We went to the kitchen where she put a pot on and then went to
comb out her hair. I wandered around the house as she did this,
sticking my head inside of Gerry's room just to make sure that he was
sound asleep. I suspected that Sherry and Gerry were `very tight',
based upon some of the things she had told me, but at this point in
our relationship, I wasn't positive as to how close they were. I
quietly shut his door and returned to the kitchen where the coffee was
finally ready.

	I poured us each a cup as Sherry returned. Her hair was still
damp but it was now all curly as she said that it had to air dry from
this point on. She looked foxy as hell. We drank our coffee with
Sherry starting to sweat, as it was a damp and humid day with a chance
of rain. I figured that she wasn't wearing a bra because she never
does, but when she got up to pour us another cup of coffee, I couldn't
see any panty lines in the perspiration coming through her sweat suit.

	I took another drink of coffee and stood up and approached
Sherry, who was now at the sink. I placed my hands under her top and
ran it up over her stomach and up to her tits, which were magnificent
as always. She moaned loudly and ground her butt into my crotch, as I
was getting harder my the second. I turned her around and lifted the
sweat top over her boobs and began to suck them hard. She then
responded by taking my hand and putting it inside of her pants and
down by her damp snatch.

	I immediately ran two fingers past her hardened clit and into
her always juicy pussy. She had now gotten my jeans un-zipped and had
my expanding organ in her hands. I continued to finger her love canal,
as I sucked her nipples loudly. Sherry then got down on her knees in
front of me and proceeded to perform head on my cock. I slipped off
one of my shoes and was now `toeing' her cunt area with my foot,
through the fabric of her pants.

	All of this noise evidently woke Gerry up as he wandered into
the den, which was adjacent to the kitchen, calling for Sherry. She
rose and awkwardly adjusted her pants up as I turned around and tried
to stuff a fully hardened cock inside of underwear that was never
designed to withstand such a strain. Gerry appeared just as Sherry was
pulling her top down over her tits and I know that he at least saw his
mother's boobs, because of the glow I noticed in his eyes.

	"What's going on, mom?" he sleepily asked Sherry.

	"Nothing honey. Adam and I were just, er, talking," she
replied, smiling.

	"OH! I'm sorry mom. I'll be in my room if you need me," Gerry
said as he waved at me and then returned to the back.

	"Now, where were we?" Sherry asked, as she turns towards me
and begins to un-zip me again.

	"We were right here," I answered, as I placed my hand down her
pants anew.

	"Let's continue, then," she said, kissing me.

	"Gerry seemed to be right at home seeing your fine looking
chest. Has he seen anything else?" I inquired, my imagination now
running absolutely wild.

	"You know me, Adam. I'm practically a nudist. When I get home
from work each afternoon, the first thing that I do is take off all of
my clothes. ALL of my clothes. Gerry has noticed me in our bedroom and
as I got to the bathroom or kitchen," she told me.

	"Does this bother him, that his good-looking mother is running
around naked in his presence. I'll bet that he brings a lot of his
friends home to meet mom," I continued, grinning.

	"He is very warm natured and most of the time that he's here,
he wears very few clothes. VERY few clothes," she said, emphasizing
the word very. "When Craig goes hunting, he sometimes ends up in my
bed the next morning, completely nude, but he's still asleep when I
get up. I call him from work so that he won't oversleep."

	"Has he ever questioned you on any of your, er, hobbies?" I
quizzed her again.

	"We've had some candid discussions about sex in general and
the size of his penis in particular, most of the time in the nude."
She smiled at me.

	"It's not too big is it?" I asked.

	"No. No. He thinks that it's not big enough. He's just barely
in his teens. All boys that age worry about their dick size. I'm sure
this monster wasn't always this big," she said as she removed my rock
solid dick from its confines.

	"I see what you mean. Is he worried about the flaccid size or
the excited size?" I asked.

	"Shit. He's worried about both. When he's soft, he wants to
fill out the front of a swim suit. When he's hard, he wants to get
down to the bottom of all of the pussy that he can," she replied.

	"Can he hit bottom in this?" I said as I fingered Sherry as
deeply as I could.

	Sherry didn't reply, but by the grin on her face as she began
sucking me, I figured that they had at least experimented with each
other in, and out, of bed. We worked our way around to the den, which
had a carpeted floor, and just fell down with each other. After
getting our clothes off, we assumed a `69' position, with me on
bottom. I was hard as a rock from just thinking about Gerry fucking
and sucking his mother.

	Sherry sucked me as hard as I have ever been sucked. I was
working on her twat like there was no tomorrow, as I had her spread as
wide apart as I could, without physically hurting her. I was facing
away from the hall and couldn't see anything, yet I felt that I was
being watched, but didn't want to cease my oral activities to look
very much. Sherry was now sitting directly over my face and howling
like a dog, as she was climaxing right and left.

	I finally couldn't stand it anymore so I laid her over on her
back and rammed my love muscle deeply home. She jumped when I hit
bottom and slightly screamed. I looked up and thought that I saw Gerry
in the hall, but I wasn't sure because I had a serious job to attend
to. Sherry and I fucked each other like this for almost half an hour
before I came is an uncontrolled gusher. We both screamed as we came
in unison.

	I pulled out of my lover's cunt some five minutes later, still
fully erect. I glanced up and saw Gerry staring at me from the
darkness of the hall. He didn't move and Sherry pulled me down to her
lips before I could stare further. When we finally broke our embrace,
he was gone. Sherry waddled into the kitchen and retrieved some
napkins for us. Her tits jiggled amorously as she stuffed one of the
tissues in her crotch. I wiped off with mine, picked-up my clothes,
and went to the kitchen.

	I quickly washed up, dressed, and sat down to drink more
coffee as Sherry got ready to go and pick up the plants. We arrived at
the nursery in individual vehicles, because we had a lot of flowers
and plants to pick up and deliver. The yard helpers got their eyes
full as Sherry was still not wearing any underwear and would bounce
almost to the floor when she walked. We filled up her interior and
trunk, and then started on my truck, which is of the cab-and-a-half
variety.

	I was able to get the rest of the plants in the back seat area
and then two in the front with me. This loading arrangement turned out
to be a good idea, as it was clouding up like it was going to rain any
minute now. We slowly drove to the church as it started to rain
lightly.

	It was raining cats and dogs when we arrived at the church. We
circled around the block once or twice, with me following Sherry,
before finally parking in an alley next to what appeared to be a
loading door. I could see Sherry as she was moving around in her car
when she opened her door and ran back to me.

	I was just barely able to get my door opened and then move
over in time to keep Sherry from getting totally soaked. She got in
and slammed the door behind her. We talked some, mostly about the
wedding and the weather, when Sherry suddenly started discussing this
mornings activities.

	"I apologize for Gerry walking in on us this morning," she
said.

	"Which time?" I asked, dryly.

	"What do you mean, `which time'?" she asked.

	"I mean either the time he saw his mom sucking off a stranger
in the kitchen, or the time he saw us 69-ing and fucking in the den,"
I replied.

	"Well, he IS slightly curious about sex," she laughed.

	"Sherry, he saw his mother giving head, getting head, and then
getting fucked, right in his house, by someone he barely knows, while
his father is off to who-knows-where. I'm sure that this is not
completely healthy for him," I continued.

	"He's seen me having sex before, so it's no big deal to him."
She shrugged.

	"This is none of my business, I realize, but have you fucked
your son?" I questioned her.

	"Yes. Yes, I have. It's been going on for just over a year. I
have always been overly horny and have never been shy about my body,
even though it's not in the greatest shape. Gerry and I have always
been alone, since Craig is always going off to hunt, fish, or just get
out of the house. When I let him, Craig just uses me like a whore. He
hops on, pumps awhile, and then gets off, whether I'm satisfied or
not. It's been like that for years, which is why I look for fun,
whether it be male OR female.

	"I have always been pretty open with Gerry about sex. If he
had a question, I'd answer it. It didn't matter what the question was,
either. He started getting a little bolder when he turned thirteen. He
would walk around the house naked after a shower or sit on the couch
or bed with a small towel draped over him, just like he was trying to
just stare at me. Once he even pulled the covers off of me, just to get
a better view of my tits. Most of the times before that, I'd wake up
and he'd leave, but I could tell that this time he was excited. I think
that he looked at me for as long as he could and then go off and
masturbate."